Chapter 1
It was a typical shifter run when Bobby burst into the house. He had his trusty silver knife in his hand as he made his way through the house.
Looking in the living room, he noticed two bodies on the floor. One was a woman, the other a man. A couple. Parents. He quickened his pace through the first floor. No kid.
He moved upstairs. He noticed that the door at the end of the hall was the only one closed, and made a beeline for it. He heard a child's voice on the other side, speaking a language he couldn't make out.
He tried the door but it wouldn't budge. Typical. He thrust his shoulder into the door as the voice on the other side escalated. "Screw this" he muttered, pulling out his gun. He aimed it at the lock and pulled the trigger. Splinters flew everywhere. He kicked the door in, knocking it off its hinges. What he saw baffled him. A little girl was standing at the head of a bed, hand on a young girls head, who looks exactly like the one at the head of the bed. She looked like she was waking up.
In the time that he paused, the shifter finished whatever it was doing, and pulled its hand away. Then it baffled him even more as it raised a glinting knife. And plunged it into its own heart, smiling.
The young girl began writhing around in her bed, and when he got over to her, he noticed something in her eyes. But he didn't have time to speculate on what it was as he placed a comforting hand on her head. He didn't know what to do, but after a minute she stopped, breathing out a sigh of relief. Her eyes glutted open, and she smiled at him. She sat up.
She looked down at the floor, at her dead doppelganger. She frowned. "My parents are dead too, aren't they?" She asked. He was unable to respond. She took that as answer enough as she climbed out of her bed, padding over to the closet.
"Kid?" He asked as she pulled out a backpack and began stuffing it with cloths. "What'r you doin'?" He asked.
"Packing" she said, pulling on her coat. He just looks at her, confused. "your taking me with you" she said simply as she handed him the bag.
"No I'm not."
"I'm not going with anyone else. Plus, I am kinda dead over there. I'll walk cross country if I have to. I need to be with you. I don't know why." She looks at him, eyes glistening, lip slightly out.
"Fine, go to the car, I'll call the cops." She skips out the door. He walks over to the shifter body. In one hand is the knife he killed himself with. His other is clenched around something. He pry's its hand open, revealing small vial. He pockets it.
When he gets to the car the little girl is sitting in the seat, legs swinging. He pulls himself in. "buckle up" he tells her as he starts the car. "You're in for a long ride kid" he tells her as they leave the town. She settles down against the window, getting ready to sleep.
She skipped out of the truck stop bathroom. He was leaning against the car. They both hopped in. As Bobby started the car, he spoke. "What's your name anyway, kid." He asked.
"Riley." She said. He opens his mouth for another question. "I'm 8 years old." She said.
"How the - how'd you know I was gonna ask that?" She shrugs in response. He would have to look into it later.
AN: wish me luck on this. I am planning on writing it season by season according to supernatural time. I am also making it up as in go along.
Riley is average height, and has black hair and blue eyes: because I probably won't get a description in later.
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